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EDIT: I have to leave this in because it makes me LOL. I haven't literally been in a Yule Log, but one has been in me ...

Yule Log

Yule logs, in this competition, are a type of cake eaten at Christmas. Although there are many variations, they are basically a swiss roll covered in chocolate butter icing (frosting) and decorated to look as if it has been snowing, or whatever.

Name: JoyHouse: Ravenclaw!Ratings/Warnings: 1st-2nd Years/NoneTitle: Wintry DrawingsA/N: Every little plot I came up with easily exceeded the word limit. Oh, well, this was the best of the ones that didn't.

Molly Weasley loved the winter. She loved a warm, cozy house almost as much.

Most of all, she looked forward to her kids’ drawings in the window frost.

When Bill and Charlie were little, they had contests to see who could draw the best creature on the window.

Percy usually took the time to practice writing his name.

Fred and George, Molly learned, had to be watched, or else obscene images would mysteriously appear.

Godric stared at her, incomprehension lining every feature. She sighed, beginning to gesticulate wildly, words flowing from her mouth, like the glorious red hair flowing from her head.

Her voice was competing with his memory of Salazar, saying it could never work between her and Godric, because he was a wizard and she Muggle.

“Why not?” Godric shouted.

“Because of the frost,” she said, gesturing to the fingers of ice creeping across the window. “Because you do not understand what it is to be cold, to be hungry, to not have magic at the tips of your fingers. That’s why.”

Remus looked out at the snowy ground, and felt as if the frost on the window was also covering his heart. How could he let Dora and his child live the life associated with Lycanthropy?

All his adult life was colored by being an outcast. The only time he had felt acceptance in his entire life was with the Marauders, and now he was the only true one left. Peter had broken the Marauder code when he betrayed James.

Name: ToBeOrNotToBeAGryffindorHouse: RavenclawTitle: Tears for BygonesRatings/Warnings: 1st/2nd Years—NoneA/N: Well, if you need explanation of the frost, it is *supposed* to be illustrated by Lily giving the cold shoulder when she was in pain. And her parents’ passing is definitely pain-inflicting. :/

“I told you I didn’t want to talk to you,” Lily said icily. “What part of ‘leave me alone’ didn’t you understand?”

“Lily, this is more than that! None of that matters compared to this!” The plea in Severus’s voice was almost tangible. “Lily, please…”

“Shut up!” she cried. “Just leave me alone!” Not waiting for him to renew his efforts, Lily bolted up the steps toward an unoccupied corridor. When she was alone, she sank to the floor, the chill making the oncoming tears burn on her cheeks. Tears for bygone days, tears for her parents, tears of grief.